The End of my Struggle
I look left I look right I look straight I look back
Where are you? Then I see what's been right in front of me
A fear that is unparalleled
What I see makes me cringe
What I see is nothing a void... So empty... An endless expanse of blue sky
A sky that starts and ends nowhere
You realize everything you were told as a child is nothing but a fairy
Figments of our imagination
Lies we tell ourselves to keep going
( you can do it you be whatever you want to be )
Telling ourselves what we know deep down will never amount to anything but
A crushed soul and wasted time
We only fucked ourselves by believing in the thought
Our shit doesn't stink
We can do everything we dream
A parental fortification
Trying to protect us when they know not what to do
They believe they have to protect us coddle us lie to us
That protection was lost
It was devastation
It became my vision
A fatalistic idea of life
Full of emptiness
That to anger, rage, blind rage, INSANITY
Lingering
A constant sight of blood
Wherever I look, a thought, an accomplice
Bodies upon bodies
Never being the same person
Except for one who was always there
Eyes always empty... Black
Me
It brought me to my knees
Chilling me
Blood running cold
Knowing fate was set
Pleading helplessly to no avail
Never getting an answer
Leaving thoughts and tears
Tears streaming down his face
Cheeks stained red
Sticking the metal in his bag
Shivering at the touch
But knowing what to do
But stealing himself for what is inevitable
Dread spread over his face
He wanted this done quick, immediate he had no goodbyes to say
Walking into the room filled with bustling noise
Sweating bullets he stumbled to the middle
Sliding the bag off pulling its lone content out
He steadied aimed fired
Screams erupted
Blood pooled under dead the cold lifeless yet pain-staked boy
Leaving his last words to himself
Life is a trap
No exit but one
One less traveled
His death but a reminder
His body gone blood cleansed from the floor
Taking with it into the soul of the earth
Without a single ounce of live
And no happiness to spare
He was gone
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